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@jaeebitch

This is the bitch I’m talking about. Simple and banged up looking.

Bruh…You met a faerie.

@deliriumcrow

@normal-horoscopes

YOU ABSOLUTELY MET ONE OF THE GENTRY

THE FACT THAT THAT HAD THE BALLS TO ACTUALLY APPROACH THE THRESHOLD OF YOUR HOME IMPLIES A FAIRLY OLD OR HIGH RANKING ONE AS WELL

YOU HANDLED THE SITUATION PERFECTLY YOU DID THEM THEIR FAVOR WITH NO QUESTIONS OR IMPOLITENESS AND WITH UTTER SINCERITY YOU DIDNT GIVE THEM THE CHANCE TO MAKE IT MORE COMPLICATED AND THUS THEY WERE LEFT INDEBTED TO YOU

DONT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO THE FLUTE

@write-it-motherfuckers Just for this I had to follow you.

My condolences. 

This shit the reason why I follow this motherfucker. The awesomeness never dwindles. ALL HAIL!

Oh god, don’t even start. 

“Why are you doing this?”

The demon paused in their cooking as they heard the hesitant question, lifting their head as they turned to look at their nervous charge. Instantly the child dipped their head again, fiddling with the untouched plate in front of them as their shoulders drew up defensively.

It was obviously they expected some kind of punishment for the innocent question.

The sight was enough to make the demons rage flare again, though they were quick to reign it back in with a few controlled breaths, not wanting to frighten them any further than they already had. Taking in a deep breath, they forced their shoulders to relax, turning their attention back to the food in front of them as they answered, tone purposefully gentle.

They had known this question was coming.

“Because, I am your assigned Guardian, little one.”

The answer obviously wasn’t what they had been expecting, their expression filled with confusion as they looked up at the demon once more, their curiosity temporarily overwhelming the fear they felt.

“But….you’re a Demon.” They spluttered incredulously, wincing and curling in on themselves slightly when they realised how rude they had sounded.

Instead of getting angry however, the demon only nodded.

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the term Guardian Angel?”

At the child’s hesitant nod, they continued.

“All angels are expected to watch over humanity, guiding and protecting them where they can, but high ranking angels are somewhat different. Whilst most angels are expected to spread their watch over any human they come across, never picking favourites or giving one human more attention over another, the highest ranking angels, have what is called a Bonded.”

Seeing the child’s confusion only grow, the demon sighed and elaborated, their voice patient despite their nature.

“A Bonded, is a specific human that an angel of high rank, is assigned upon their creation. Unlike other angels, once the bond activates, which can happen at any stage during a humans life, they are expected to watch over and protect that human above all else….. You, are my Bonded.”

Somewhat overwhelmed, the kid spent a few minutes absorbing this, watching as the demon finally came over and added more food to their plate, before speaking quietly, their voice small as realisation slowly dawned.

“Then….you were once a….?” 

Instantly they regretted the question, letting their words trail off quietly as the rest remained unspoken. Wisely, they chose not to mention the way the demons movements momentarily faltered, and after a few moments of awkward silence, they continued, both of them pretending the previous words had never been spoken.

“So…. do all ang-….. Guardians, do this kind of thing?”

Instantly the demon scoffed and sneered, setting aside the empty pan and regaining their former demeanour as they settled in the chair across from them, their tone full of scorn as they replied, though they could tell it wasn’t directed at them.

“Of course not, those uptight puppets are too unshakably obedient to break or bend the rules, and the rules state that one must remain detached, and never reveal themselves to their bonded, no matter how dire the situation.”

Frowning, the kid spoke up quickly in confusion, absently beginning to eat as the demon across from them subtly pushed their plate a little closer.

“Then… why did you…” 

Quickly they trailed off, flushing at the reprimanding look they received for speaking with a full mouth, focusing on chewing instead. Now that they had actually tasted the food, they realised how hungry they were, quickly beginning to dig into their meal in earnest, though their attention remained on their Guardian.

Content that their charge was finally eating, the demon leaned back in their chair, ignoring the slight flicker of warmth they felt in their chest at the sight of them enjoying themselves. Despite the warmth in their gaze, their voice was still hard as they spoke, their words cutting through the air like a whip, sharp and angry.

“Because unlike those shortsighted pawns, I’m not afraid to directly interfere…”

Anger simmered in the demons gaze as they spoke, their eyes burning brightly, and sharp teeth glinting as their lips pulled into a sneer, though somehow the sight was starting to become more comforting than frightening.

“I refuse to let you remain with that filth any longer…. from now on, you will live with ME.”

Oh gosh oh gosh OH MY FUCKING GOSH!! This is the tea I like the most! OMG I’m itching to write something about this. 

AHHHHHH.. I feel so happy you replied to my post. OMG. I AM HONORED. OMAGAH. Thank you for adding the fluff tags!! XD

It’s midnight and I’m finna found-family trope the absolute ever-living FUCK out of these four

>Aunt Delta would take Hickory and Dickory in despite them not being real country trolls, and treats them  as her sons >Clampers however sees Hickory and Dickory as her Uncle-figures >Hickory would be a wonderful avuncular figure to Clampers, and would spend as much time with her as possible and consider her his niece >Dickory would be the bad influence, while Hickory tries his best to be the better role model for both Clampers and his brother and keep the two of them out of trouble in general also seeing the image of the three of them getting into trouble and Aunt Delta yelling at her boys for misbehaving when Hickory tried to be the voice of reason is just TOO GOOD- “Uncle” Hickory and Dickory would 100000% try to teach Clampers how to yodel. Dickory would be more strict with teaching, but when Clampers puts in her best efforts, Hickory would praise her for doing such a good job Feel free to add more C:<

Trolls, Polaris Heart Prompt

This is a fan fic idea for the movie series Trolls

Do not own Trolls

Anyone can use this prompt

This is actually very promising!

Someone tag me when someone writes about this. PLEASE!

You’ve always loved to sing. As a child, you could be found singing almost constantly, something that people found adorable and annoying in equal measure. Even once you became an adult, your urge to sing never faltered, many people even called your voice hypnotising. As you felt quite plain in all other aspects, you never took for granted your ability to sing.

When you moved out of your parents home, you chose to move to a sweet little old cottage, outside the city, it was rather beat up but you were patient and adored its potential. It came with its own greenhouse, and a lovely little area that backed onto the forest where you could grow things. And grow things you did.

It took quite a bit of work to clean out the weeds and trash, but soon enough you had it clear, ready to bring life to this dreary place. Each day, you would make your way into your garden and greenhouse, lovingly planting anything you desired. Now that you no longer had to censor yourself, you sang freely, voice carrying itself loud and clear as a bell, on the wind. 

You didn’t notice them at first, though you felt their gaze, but after some time, you started to notice the tiny creatures in the forest, watching and listening to you sing. One day, you locked eyes with one, watching them freeze in fear and uncertainty. Your heart fluttered in awe, and your voice faltered for a moment, but you quickly regained your composure and with a smile, began singing directly to them. 

From that day on, the creatures got more and more bold, gradually following you into your little garden and green house themselves. They would listen to you sing, sometimes joining you with their bell like voices. Eventually they began to dance to the sound of your voice, and you got the chance to see them fully for the first time. Faeries you realised. Their tiny bodies glowed faintly, shimmering wings fluttering at their backs. Each of them was unique, but just as beautiful. 

For months you continued, adoring your strange new friends, your heart soaring  at how much they adored your voice. They came to trust you, no longer keeping distance, and instead becoming bold enough to touch you, riding on your shoulders or head, or dancing around you as you went about your day. Sometimes they would wind flowers into your hair, or place crowns of flowers atop your head. You loved them dearly, loved listening to their tinkling laughs and bell like voices, they had become dear friends to you, and seemed rather flattered when you told them as much. They made certain to show that they cared for you too.

Kneeling in the earth, as you lovingly tended to the young saplings you had planted only a few days ago, you admired the beauty of your garden, surprised by how well and fast, it had grown. Feeling a song bubble up in your chest, you smiled and started to sing again, laughing as your little friends fluttered their wings in excitement. They seemed even more eager for you to sing than usual today, glancing to each other in excitement, as if they were waiting for something. Smiling warmly at them, you paused in your gardening, fingers still pressed into the earth as you closed your eyes and began to pour your heart into your new song.

They were strangely silent this time as you sang, and eventually your song came to its end. Opening your eyes, you froze, breath hitching. Before you, kneeling in the dirt, despite their expensive, regal looking clothing, was someone you had never met. 

Their features were ethereal, regal and slightly sharp. They were clearly not human, holding a truly unnatural beauty. They looked spellbound however, their voice breathless as they spoke to you, eyes wide and full of awe. You barely noticed your tiny friends practically vibrating with excitement, watching everything happen with a sense of anticipation. The stranger looked as though they wanted to reach out for you, but held back by sheer force of will, one hand hovering mid motion, as if to reaching out slightly, imploring.

“Please…. Won’t you sing for me once more, little star?”

@reachingforme​

Yesssss~

As a singer, this made me giddy inside💕💕

I’m glad Darling one 🖤🖤🖤

Every time I read something new from this blog, inspiration just suddenly explodes and these little snippets are just the thing I need.

Sorry for being super dead oopppp here's some art

Person A: “Hey, you remember that plant you gave me? The one you found in the cemetery?”

Person B: “Yeah?”

Person A: “Is it meant to… you know… Move n’ shit?”

Person B: “I….I don’t think so?”

Person A: “Because it…. it kinda is…. a lot actually”

Person B: “Shit! Are you ok? What is it doing right now?”

Person A: “Well it snatched my pen and now it’s correcting my work”

Person B: “…What?”

Person A: “It’s also using some pretty creative insults about my intelligence, and demanding I go eat, or else.”

Another prompt added to my list of prompts to work on.

Person A: “….Do you hate me?”

Person B: “Fuck no! What made you think I did?”

So like early Percy x Annabeth when they were both younger.

This screams Kacchako to me. 

Since TWT isn't available to watch in my country yet, I'm gonna cope by doodling these two dorks.

Have a human!Poppy thinkin of her boyfriend while he's busy with his part time job? Or maybe he's on field work for one of his bio majors? Idk all I've thought of with this au so far is that they're in college, they're in a theater club, and they're in luv

Beautiful ahhhhhhhhhhh~

I guess it’s official now...

The moment we all waited for....

Callout post just for me on this beautiful monday morning

This was me when fucking Ace and Itachi died.

enable me, friend

AHHH I don’t really like this drawing but here have it cause this AU is perfect omg

THIS IS A HADES AND PERSEPHONE AU. THE ONLY GODXGODDESS SHIP I APPROVE OF. AND IS A BROPPY AU. LEMME SHOWER YOU WITH LOVES, LIKES, AND REBLOGS.

Trolls' aesops

I think one of the things I love most about the franchise is the duality of their lessons. Something I think the writers try to reflect through Poppy and Branch.

In the first movie, the message was about happiness; how far some people will go to get it and how far others will go to get it back.

But when explaining the meaning of the message they didn't just show that anyone could or deserved to be happy (ideals represented by Poppy), they also showed that being happy actually takes time and work, it takes the strength to allow yourself to be happy and let others help you achieve it (what Branch represents).

At the beginning of the film, Poppy foreshadowed the plot: everyone deserves to be happy and anyone can be happy. And she was right! Branch deserved to be happy, the Bergens deserved to be happy, happiness was achievable for everyone! And it was that belief what ultimately saved the day.

But Branch was also right; bad things happen, and there's nothing you can do about it. Because Branch used to be happy and hopeful and a "normal" troll, but when his grandma was taken away, so was his happiness. It wasn't just that Branch didn't want to be happy (like Creek said), he was so haunted by his trauma that he simply couldn't! Which is what Poppy didn't understand.

But as their adventure brought them together, it also allowed them to see things from the other's point of view better. They completed the puzzle. Thanks to Poppy, Branch learned that he could still be happy. And thanks to Branch, Poppy realised the hardships we sometimes have to face in order to achieve said happiness.

In other words, the first movie's lesson is that while everyone deserves to be happy, it's not something you can get by external means, and that sadness is also a part of life that we have to face if we want to experience joy again.

As for Trolls World Tour (don't worry, I'll tag this as spoilers), the message is centred around differences and diversity.

Again, through Poppy and Branch we can see they're actually both right; differences don't matter (Poppy) and differences do matter (Branch).

As it was lampshaded in the movie, Poppy's problem wasn't that she was wrong—even her father admitted she was right in the end—, her problem was that she wasn't listening.

Because differences really don't matter to Poppy, especially considering she's grown up surrounded by trolls who couldn't be more different from each other, and because the one she's closest to happens to be her polar opposite. The problem appeared when she assumed others would share her point of view on things, instead of trying to understand theirs (i.e. the country trolls, her argument with Branch...).

It was when Branch finally called her out on it—a very direct approach— and when Barb shared the things they had in common when it comes to ruling that made her realise her mistake.

Branch, on the other hand, had spent years as an outcast, never trusting anyone until he joined Poppy in their adventure. So of course he'd believe differences do matter, especially when someone different from them wanted to destroy their way of living.

He is also right about it. We must be aware of how people are different from us to have a better relationship with them. But he also proved Poppy's point of view, albeit more subtly; by enjoying country music and dancing with the K-Pop Gang and the Reggaeton Trolls he demonstrated, and probably realised, that other types of music shouldn't be a reason to be hostile towards each other, that we should look past that. That probably made him understand Poppy.

In the end, both were right, but again, they still needed each other's influence to piece the whole lesson together. Because those two love each other, and they love being different.

The duality of Trolls World Tour is that, while we should be aware of our differences for a better understanding of others and celebrate said differences, they should never be enough to keep us apart.

And I truly think it takes a lot to achieve such depth in an animation movie.